Two men sit at a café outdoors; the table is round and
sunlit. The sidewalk and café are crowded, but this table seems
almost in another world, isolated by the intense bond crackling between
the men. One is laughing uncontrollably, spiked collar and black
trenchcoat echoing this black waterfall of hair, the only evidence he is
half-Chinese, falling forward to shadow his face as he laughs. The other
man doesn't seem like much more than a boy. He has a matching collar with
a ring among the spikes, wearing ripped-up layers of tshirts and long
johns. There is something different about him too, in his wispy beard and
babyface. His blushing half-smile shows who told the joke that made Frank
laugh so hard, but he isn't joining in the laughter: he is watching Frank
with complete adoration and a little wistfulness. It is a queer
look, changed just by a little extra tilt in the eybrows, but it seems so
unrelated to his automatic half-smile that it forms the focus of the whole
photograph. This is Marc.